If you love, you grieve. There are no exceptions to that. – Thomas Lynch
Every time you see someone weeping, you see someone who has invested themselves in someone else. So to see the grief you are also looking at the love. You can’t see one without the other. –Thomas Lynch
From the Dictionary:
Bereaved – to leave desolate and alone, to deprive ruthlessly; rob.
Inconsolable – not to be comforted, broken-hearted
Suttee, the practice whereby the widow throws herself on her husband’s funeral pyre, has been outlawed in India. They still practice a subtle form of it in Canada. You die by inches, of loneliness. –Betty Jane Wylie
From A Grief Observed – C.S. Lewis:
Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.
We were setting out on different roads. This cold truth, this terrible traffic – regulation (you madam, to the right – you sir, to the left) is just the beginning of the separation which is death itself.
Aren’t all these notes the senseless writings of a man who won’t accept the fact that there is nothing we can do with suffering except to suffer it?
Tonight all the hells of young grief have opened again; the mad worlds, the bitter resentment, the fluttering in the stomach, the nightmare unreality, the wallowed-in tears. For in grief nothing “stays put”. One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it?
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred
minus one day, so I never have to live without you. –Winnie The Pooh
You were my North, my South, my East, my West.
My workaday week, my Sunday rest. –W.H. Auden